Music for Chameleons

Neither black nor white, a pale golden rum colored (not that it mattered) Aristocrat. The stuff Richard Prior used to set himself on fire and ripple– Modern object tossing the might could into a rural nightmare and coming out with seeds and the manners to share them, crop them, knock them into the ground like hens or bounty. I think we are beautiful children, including the silver blue hidden gardens in charge of our personal windows. Most people. Are ashamed of their fascination, is all. I don't blame them for how loud and shapeless the privacy gets before it ruptures and turns a race.